by Brook Wilder
Her hands moved to the box and trembled slightly as she opened the box. Inside was a custom designed ring with the Kingsmen insignia with a huge cabochon ruby for an eye. As Alina stared at the ring, Hammer began to second guess himself. “I know women love diamonds and I got a whole safe full back at the clubhouse but this is the one my grandfather gave my grandmother when he founded the club. If you don’t like it…”
Alina looked up and he could see the tears multiplying in her eyes. “I love it. I really do.”
Taking the ring out of the box he slid it onto her finger. “Will you be mine? We can do any kind of ceremony you want…”
Before he could finish the thought, she was in his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her over and over again. As they kissed the sweetness of the moment was replaced by the kind of passion most men only dreamed of experiencing. Passion Hammer knew he couldn’t bear to live without.
Her hands traced over his face before sliding through his hair. Feeling her pressing her soft body to him spiked his lust.
“We need to get out of here, kitten. I need you in ways what ain’t gonna fly around this place.”
Smiling, she teased his tongue with her own. “I thought you had this fantasy.”
“You gonna make more of my fantasies come true tonight, you sexy bitch?”
“Maybe, just one more.” Sliding back off his lap she grabbed his hand and tugged. Following her like the little lost puppy he was, she led them to a small room. It looked like an oversized closet.
“Oh, this will do just fine, Ms. Stuart.”
“It’s going to be a supply closet. It’s just not stocked yet.”
Pressing her back against the wall he murmured, “Every single time you come in here for supplies, I want you to remember me coming inside you without protection for the first time.”
She jerked up to look in the face. “Don’t say no. I need this.”
“Jesus, I’d never say no to that. It’s been my secret dream ever since I met you.”
Hammer tried to keep the ridiculously huge grin off his face. “Yep, maybe a pretty little girl who looks just like her mother.”
Alina giggled. “Or one who looks like her father.”
Hammer jerked open her blouse. “Fuck yea, just what the world needs. More girls the size of freight trains.”
“Oh, you’re a funny guy, know that?”
“Right now, I’m a sexually needy guy.”
Hammer could feel her fingers unbuttoning the rest of his fly. Her hands were shaking and she kept fumbling. Even that endeared her to him. Suddenly her hands still. “Umm, Hammer. What is this?”
He’d been waiting for her to find the cock ring. “Just a little something to make sure I last for you.”
“Jesus, how long have you been wearing this thing? Not for hours or anything, right?”
Roughly turning her head to the side he kissed her neck. “Been wearing since the day you left. Take it off long enough to wash in the shower.”
“What is that? Some kind of self-inflicted punishment? Those are not supposed to be used that way. I want you to take it off. Right now, baby. Please take it off.”
Running his hand down, he pulled it off. Hissing in pain, he bit his lip. It hurt because he’d been wearing it so long.”
“Don’t ever do something like again.”
“I didn’t think you were coming back to me. Hated myself for pushing you away.”
“Promise.”
Her demand soothed his savaged soul a little. “Never again. I promise.”
“You okay?”
“Just aching for you, kitten. You aching for me too?”
“Words can’t describe.”
“Tell me.”
“I’ve been missing everything about you. Your big beautiful cock, your arms around me, the smell of your skin…”
“Been missing those things about you too, baby.”
Her tiny suppressed giggle told him he’d missed something. “Except the cock thing. I have been missing your body in ways you can’t imagine.”
“Tell me.” Ha. He should have expected that.
“I miss being in the shower with you. Fucking you in my office…on my desk. Remember our first time?”
His hands yanked up her skirt, wiggling to get it all the way up around her waist. “Umm…I do remember. You couldn’t seem to decide what position you wanted. I liked all of them by the way.”
Ripping off her panties he slid one between her legs. “You’re fucking soaked for me, baby.”
“Been thinking about this all day long. Don’t think I got a thing done today.”
“Didn’t meet with any other single dads?”
Alina laughed. “None quite as sexy as you, big guy.”
Rationally, Hammer knew he couldn’t punch out all the other single dads who might need to speak to her about their kids but that didn’t keep him from wanting to. She moved against his hand and he knew she was gladly taking the pleasure he offered. “Know why I kept changing positions that first time? It was because you were so goddamn tight. I was worried about hurting you.”
“I’ll try to relax this time.”
Lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around him. Placing a hand under each buttock he lifted her onto the erection that was weeping with need for her. Sighing, she relaxed into him. Hammer was surprised at how light she was. He could lift and drop her pretty little ass all night long without muscle burn. Pinning her against the wall, he used his hips to sinuously thrust back and forth into her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and kissed his shoulder. “You feel so good baby. Don’t let go.”
Hammer responded hoarsely. “I’m just getting started. Ain’t got no intention of stopping anytime soon.”
The feeling of sliding in and out of her simply felt too good. Glancing down, he caught sight of his grandmother’s ring on her finger. Mine. Mine. Mine. That was all he could think of when she was purring his name and clutching onto him like she never wanted to let him go.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet and soft. It feels like getting stroked with…fuck I can’t even imagine.”
“Faster, Hammer. Please…”
“Oh, no. Suffer for me.”
“Anything you want.”
He captured her lips and increased his pace, fucking her pretty little mouth like he did her tight little kitty. Her sweet little sounds of pleasure were soft and feminine, like her. He’d missed that so much more than he’d thought. Being buried in this woman felt more right than anything ever had. Suddenly, he couldn’t get enough of her. He found himself eager to enjoy the moment, carry her out, put her on his bike and take her home where she belonged. The quicker and more forceful he was, the louder her moans. Filling her over and over with everything he had to offer, really flipped his switch.
She went wild beneath him and her mouth came down on his neck where it joined at the shoulder and she bit him. Something about that tiny prick of pain at that exact moment had him shooting his load right where it needed to be. They stayed that way for a brief moment before his legs gave out. As he slowly slid to his knees, he kept her braced against the wall.
As soon as he was stable, he pulled her lovingly into his arms. They sat there catching their breath, with her cheek resting against his massive chest. His hands came up, fisting her hair. Slowly he pulled her head back and looked into her eyes. He saw only love and devotion staring back at him. In that moment all remaining doubt fled from his mind. Alina belonged to him mind, body, and soul. Whether he deserved her love or not, it was now his.
“I trust you with my life and my son’s life. I know I don’t always show it but I appreciate everything you do for us. I want you to know that I’ll always cherish you and I’ll never take you for granted. You’re it for me. I won’t ever want anyone but you. Please believe that.”
Looking up at him, her eyes began to water. He was growing to know her better. Those were happy tears, not sad ones. “Hammer, I’m absolutely crazy about you. I’d d
o anything to be with you and Jaden. I’ll always put the two of you first because you’re my happily ever after.”
Cupping her face in his hands he murmured, “I’m gonna hold you to that, kitten. Let’s get home.”
Her face brightened. “If we’re engaged does that mean I finally get to ride on the back of your bike?”
“Sweetheart. I been tryin’ to get you on the back of my bike since I first set eyes on you.”
In her excitement, it didn’t take Alina a hot minute to jump off his lap and right her clothing. Before Hammer knew what hit him, she was pulling him to his feet. They were halfway through the now empty school before he got the last of the buttons on his fly closed. Sitting in the parking lot was her Prius and his bike.
Hammer proudly strolled over to his bike and rummaged through his back compartment to pull out a smaller effeminate safety helmet. It had her name painted in silver script along the back.
Alina squealed with delight. Hammer felt a flush of warmth that she was so excited to be part of his world. “From now on one of the brothers will be bringing Jaden to school and picking him up.”
“I’ll miss seeing you on your bike, big guy.” The look of disappointment on her face was clearly evident.
“You’ll be seeing ugly mug ever morning and afternoon. I’ll be driving you back and forth to work.”
Her face lit up for a brief moment before it fell again. “Won’t Jaden be upset that I’m taking his spot?”
Hammer pulled her onto the bike behind him and reveled in having her long smooth legs hugging him. “Not at all. Marlow bought himself a side car. Jaden’s dying to try it out. You can drive if you…”
Smacking him on the shoulder she complained sharply. “Don’t say it. I am in no way shape or form embarrassed to be riding on the back of your bike. In fact, I’m thrilled. If other people don’t like it, they can turn their heads.”
“You’re one sexy bitch when you sick up for me that way. Just thought you ought to know.”
Turning frontwards, he started the engine. Without having to explain things to her, she lifted her feet and slid her arms around his waist. Hammer had to admit he was absolutely thrilled when she tucked the tips of her fingers into the front of his jeans. Pretty little bitch trusted him to get her where they were going safely. He appreciated that in a woman.
He took off with a throaty roar of his engine and was surprised to hear her screaming. “Woo-whooooo. This is the most fun I’ve had in my whole life.” Lifting one arm into the air she leaned back slightly to let the wind blow through her hair. Seeing his prim and proper little school teacher acting so absolutely giddy made him laugh.
“Oh yea, baby. You’re living the cave girl dream now.” He raised his voice slightly to be heard over the roar of the engine and her overly dramatic theatrics.
Snapping her head around to look at him she smiled before biting her bottom lip slightly. “You saying that you’re my cave man. I could do with a little primitive fun tonight.”
Hammer turned forward again with a huge totally undignified smile splitting his face. Oh yea, this was going to be good. He could feel it in his bones. There was no better feeling than riding free with the woman you loved at your back. It was what the lifestyle was all about for him.
THE END
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STEEL ANGELS
CHAPTER 1: Piper
Alexia did look hot, I’ll say that. Her curly, full-bodied, dark brown hair busted out from under the officer’s cap that sat at a slanted angle on her head. Her heavy makeup made her blue eyes huge and highlighted her sexiest features, including her full, luscious lips. The pale blue prison guard shirt she was wearing was hacked off ridiculously short, leaving barely enough material to cover her huge, dark nipples, and unbuttoned so low it barely qualified as a bikini, as it struggled to contain her huge fake tits. Her slim waist was tucked into the tiniest daisy dukes, so short that most of her firm, round butt was hanging out the back, and her long legs were covered by dark holdups. If all prison guards looked like here, no one would ever get time off for good behavior. This might have been fun, under different circumstances.
On the other hand, guys loved me for my natural, girl next door look. I could do sexy if I had to, but I’m usually required to be sweet. On this occasion, it didn’t matter, though. My long blonde hair was bound in a practical ponytail. My makeup was light so as not to detract from the streaks of mud smeared across my face. My blue denim shorts were just as tiny as Alexia’s but, with a little less ass than her, I fit them pretty good. My orange prisoner shirt was still tied up at the waist, giving me extra cleavage and displaying my toned stomach.
“Okay, ladies,” called Roland, an excited tremolo of anticipation in his voice. “Action!”
Alexia and I couldn’t help swapping a little smile. Being friends, this was going to be pretty awkward, but we had to put on a good show.
“Caught you, at last,” Alexia announced, standing over me as I tried to scramble backward along the floor, away from her. “Now, to take you back to jail!”
“Please, ma’am,” I tried to sound scared. “Just let me go, I’ll do anything you want!”
I was backed up against the wall but Alexia kept coming. She stood right over me, her crotch about an inch above my face. She squatted down, grabbed two handfuls of my shirt and pulled it apart, baring my breasts before her. Her eyes widened.
“Anything…?” she smiled.
***
Forty minutes later, we were in the shower. When you’ve just been as intimate with each other as we had, sharing some water and washing each other’s back is no big deal. And neither of us found it sexy, it was just a result of restricted time more than anything else.
Roland had taken his props and camera and left us in the room, which meant we only had about twenty minutes to clean the oil and lube off us before we would have to vacate.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I, Piper?” asked Alexia, her back to me as she rinsed the soap off her body under the jets. “With the nightstick? I tried to be gentle.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” I soothed her, “I’ve had worse.”
In spite of being only twenty-six, the majority of the girls at Madam X’s were younger and ended up looking to me for advice and guidance. Nearly five years I’d been there. That was about five times as long as most girls lasted.
At least Roland was an easy client. He just liked to watch. A short, fat little middle-aged guy who fancied himself as a Hollywood porn producer. He’d pay for his hour, have two or more girls dress up and act out his latest fantasy, video it, then go home and jerk off over it, I guessed. I had the impression he got at least as turned on writing these little scripts of his as he did watching the end products. But he paid well and was always nice to us. Better than some of them. Some of them were just sadistic assholes.
***
Speaking of which, no sooner had Alexia and I dried and got dressed into our tight little dresses and fuck-me heels, left and shut the door behind us, then I heard a piercing, sobbing scream from the room opposite.
The main corridor that ran through Madam X’s was in keeping with the archetypal décor found in most high-class brothels; thick red velvet carpet, more thick red velvet buttoned to the black walls, with gold accents everywhere. Regency porno chic, I called it. And it was the same on the second floor. Off each main corridor ran six rooms, each themed differently. The one Alexia and I left behind us was made up like a locker room at a gym or high school, hence the big shower, while the one opposite had everything in leopard print. Walls, four poster bed, chaise longue, soft furnishings, everything. Only now, it sounded like the girl inside it was in pain.
I looked up and down the corridor. Where the hell was Tony? That fat, chain-smoking biker was paid to keep us safe only, now, he was nowhere to be seen. I didn’t have time for this. Alexia and I were expected to be in the main lounge, finding ourselves some new clients.
The sobbing was still coming from behind the door which, when I tried it, was locked. Without thinking, I kicked it open, slamming the platform of my stripper shoe against it and splintering the frame, I forced the door to swing open. For once, I was happy Madam X liked to skimp on household maintenance.
April squealed when she saw me, as much as she could with some asshole’s hand around her throat, pinning her to the bed. He was quite good looking, actually, neat dark hair, well cared for skin, expensive suit hung over the armoire. However, his arm was raised, ready to strike and, from the look of the red mark on April’s cheek, not for the first time.
That pose always makes any man look ugly so, as his head turned towards the crash and he saw me striding towards him, I had no problem letting my fist fly, punching him hard in the mouth with enough force to send him rolling head over heels off the bed. I took another step forwards and kicked him as hard as I could in the junk, too, just to make sure he stayed down.
